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THE CRAD 




F THE NILE. 



DENVER, COLO, 






THE CRADLE SONG OF THE NILE 



" Lullaby darling one; now you will ride 
On the Nile-waters so quiet and wide! 
Let no one say my baby has cried 
There in the rushes." 

Thus said a mother, and offered a prayer, 
As the small ark floated daintily there; 
Leaving to God and his tenderest care 
The cradle of rushes. 



Oh! 'tis the king's daughter lovely and braise; 
Bidding her maidens bring in from the wave 
The cradle of rushes. 



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Who is now come to the river to lave? ! 




Pharaoh's fair daughter bends low to caress : 
" Hushaby, pretty one! give me a kiss; — 
Who ever saw such a cradle as this, 
Built out of rushes! 

"Go! call a Hebrew to nurse it for me: — 
Sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee. 
'Tis well I was first the sweet cherub to see, 
Hid in the rushes." 

Dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes; 
Pharaoh's great gems are not bright as its eyes; 
This is the king's daughter's beautiful prize, 
Found in the rushes. 

Wild-Bird. 



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